The fluffy shell.

NOT MY SECRET...the journey towards healing from abuse

There was a very rich girl in high school that always stood out in my mind. She seemed to have things so easy when things were so difficult for me.  She had the most expensive clothes, car and house .

I saw her a number of years after high school and she was pregnant.  I was pregnant as well.  I just saw her in passing and again thought of how I was wearing my husband’s clothes because we couldn’t afford maternity clothes for me but she was all fluffy and fancy looking.  Three months or so after I gave birth I saw her in the gym and the first thought in my mind was, “Well, since her roots are bleached blonde I guess she isn’t breastfeeding.”  Such a flippant and judgmental thought that I just tossed around in my head.  As if somehow I got to think those thoughts because I…

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